Day: June 11, 2017
Soft boy
Wonder what happened to the dinosaurs? This is a baby Blue Heron.
this baby Blue Heron killed the dinosaurs.
This is too much adorableness <3<3<3
I’ll reblog this every time I see it, because there’s something about burly beardy bikers giving help and companionship to a small hurt kitten that makes the world a little bit better.
Click here to support Help Disabled Mother and Daughter
Please share; we are in serious need. We are both disabled and on a fixed income. While Mum is on disability, the payout is minimal, and $200 is taken out for Medicare. She was a nurse and was forced to retire due to severe osteoarthritis and losing the fingers on her left hand due to a bloodclot.
I have severe ME/CFS and fibromyalgia that leaves me stuck on the couch several days out of the week. I was fired from my job for this reason. I am looking for editing work, but it’s difficult with my health. I am ineligible for SSDI, but can apply for SSI once I have a diagnosis from my GI doc and see a neurologist for my severe neuro problems (presyncope, muscle spasms, severe tremors and shaking). ME/CFS isn’t taken seriously by the government – nore diagnoses help. I use a wheelchair most of the time. Unfortunately, I can’t afford the neurologist because I owe her $30 and bills come first.
Any donation helps. Even $1. Really. If you can’t donate, sharing means so much.
We are unable to pay now for my mum’s absolutely critical seizure meds, our pain pills, and Nexium for me, which allows me to eat – I’m only 100 pounds. Bills are looming. I get food stamps (which doesn’t cover necessary gfree foods for my Celiac disease the whole month); my mum does not. We do food banks, Church charity, United Way. We’re still struggling. Please. Please, help by reblogging, or if you can donating.
So, we were robbed today. My mother keeps a stash of cash in a secret spot. It’s all from donations. Today, maintenance had to come in while Mum and I went to my surgeon appointment. Just now, my mother went into her room for the first time since we got home. The spot was disturbed. We lost the entire hoard: $350. We know who did it. However, the co-op manager is a tool, and maintenance guy has been here ten years. He’s also pulling in a lot of money working here, while we wallow in poverty. In any case, I have a feeling that since we can’t prove it, it’ll be ignored. What precious jewellery we still own (mostly heirlooms; we’ve pawned everything else) is accounted for, but we still have to count our pain pills. I am so angry I can’t think. We TRUSTED him. And now we have almost no money.
Please, PLEASE, share. I also have a PayPal account: hansonp@uwindsor.ca you can share. And if you can, please donate, even $5. We have almost no money now. We are beside ourselves. I had to fight to get those donations we lost, and we’re freaking out.
We will now be utilising a lock box and a better hiding spot. Like under a pile of dildos.
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@ half the people tagging ur self as emojidex: you’re Samsung and you know it
#135
I read this comic 2 days ago and I’m STILL laughing at it
It keeps coming back and I love it
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